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Trigger Warning: This chapter contains themes of sensory overload. Reader discretion is advised.

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-Tatsuya's POV-

After three intense days of written exams, the air buzzed with tension and anticipation for the practical portion. Among us, Hagakure, Kaminari, and Ashido radiated a newfound confidence, their diligent efforts in extra study sessions with me and Yaoyorozu promising positive outcomes in their test scores.

Gathered at U.A.'s Central Plaza, our class presented a united front, each clad in our distinctive hero costumes. Before us stood Aizawa and the other first-year teachers, their watchful gazes adding a layer of seriousness to the occasion.

"Now then, let's begin the last test," Mr. Aizawa announced, his words cutting through the air with a no-nonsense tone. "Remember, it's possible to fail this final. If you wanna go to camp, then don't make any stupid mistakes."

The tension was palpable, and a ripple of unease spread through the group. Jiro glanced around, her eyes wide with curiosity and concern. "Uh, why are all the teachers here?"

"I knew it..." I thought, my expression deadpan as I observed the scene unfolding before us. The presence of the entire faculty hinted at something more challenging than we'd anticipated.

"I expect many of you have gathered information and believe you have some idea of what you'll be faced with today," Mr. Aizawa continued, his gaze sweeping across the assembled students.

"We're fighting those big ol' metal robots!" Kaminari burst out, his excitement breaking through the tension like a spark in the darkness.

"Fireworks! S'mores! Here we come, camp!" Ashido cheered, her enthusiasm evident in the energetic thrust of her fist.

"Actually, this year's tests..." a voice from Aizawa's binding cloth began before Principal Nezu popped out, "will be completely different for various reasons!"

"Principal Nezu?!" Jiro, Ojiro, and Sero echoed in surprise while Kaminari and Ashido visibly stiffened, anticipating an unexpected twist.

"You're changing things?" Yaoyorozu nervously asked, uncertainty etching her voice.

"The tests now have a new focus. There will be hero work, of course, but there will also be teamwork and combat between actual people," Nezu explained, sliding off the tired teacher's shoulder. "So what does that mean for you? You students will work together in pairs, and your opponents will be one of our esteemed U.A. teachers! Isn't that fabulous?!"

"We're... fighting the teachers?" Uraraka asked, the collective gasp of the entire class, excluding myself, echoing the surprise at this unexpected twist.

"Additionally, your partners and opponents have already been chosen," Mr. Aizawa continued, his tone steady and authoritative. "They were determined at my discretion, based on various factors, including fighting style, grades, and interpersonal relationships." He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before looking directly at Todoroki and Yaoyorozu with a rare, mischievous grin that sent a ripple of curiosity through the crowd. "First, Yaoyorozu and Todoroki are a team against me."

Mr. Aizawa's eyes then shifted to Izuku and Bakugo, his expression turning more serious. "Then we have Midoriya paired with Bakugo. And their opponent is..." He paused dramatically, letting the suspense build until, with a sudden burst of wind and energy, All Might descended from the sky, landing before them with a thunderous impact.

"I am here to fight!" All Might declared, his voice booming with confidence and enthusiasm.

"We're up against All Might?!" Izuku and Bakugo exclaimed simultaneously, their faces reflecting a mixture of shock and disbelief. The reality of the situation hit hard, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Izuku, knowing he would have to face his idol alongside the one person who seemed utterly incapable of teamwork.

"You're going to have to work together, boys, if you want to win!" All Might said, his tone was both encouraging and challenging, as if he had relished the opportunity to push them to their limits.

"And now, let's announce the teams and the teachers they'll be fighting in order!" Principal Nezu declared, his voice carrying a note of excitement that heightened the anticipation among the students. All eyes were on him, waiting eagerly to learn their fate in this final, crucial test.

Kirishima & Sato vs. Cementoss

Tokoyami & Asui vs. Ectoplasm

Iida & Ojiro vs. Power Loader

Todoroki & Yaoyorozu vs. Eraserhead

Aoyama & Uraraka vs. Thirteen

Kaminari & Ashido vs. Principal Nezu

Akiba & Jiro vs. Present Mic

Shoji & Hagakure vs. Snipe

Sero & Mineta vs. Midnight

Midoriya & Bakugo vs. All Might

"To complete the exam, you'll have thirty minutes! In order to win, your objective is to put these handcuffs on your teacher. You can also win if one of you manages to escape from the combat stage," Principal Nezu explained, holding up a pair of gleaming handcuffs for emphasis.

Kaminari's voice broke through the murmur of the crowd. "So we either gotta capture the teacher or run away? It's basically like the combat training," he pointed out, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. The comparison to their previous training exercises brought a sense of familiarity, yet the stakes felt infinitely higher.

"Yeah, but is it really okay to just jet?" Ashido wondered aloud, her usual enthusiasm tempered by a hint of doubt. The idea of fleeing from a fight didn't sit well with her, and her eyes reflected a mix of curiosity and uncertainty.

"Yup!" Principal Nezu assured, flashing a confident thumbs-up. His unwavering smile and the twinkle in his eyes conveyed his faith in the unique challenge ahead.

"It's gonna be much different from that combat training y'all went through earlier," Present Mic exclaimed, his arms gesticulating wildly to emphasize his point. "After all, you're up against people waaaaay better than you!"

Jiro raised an eyebrow, her skepticism clear. "Better? Really?" she quipped, a smirk playing at her lips. "Wait, aren't you just the announcer?" Her tone was teasing, but the underlying challenge was unmistakable.

"Hey! Watch your mouth, girl-- have some respect!" Present Mic retorted, his tone carrying admonition.

"This time, your exam will be very similar to a real battle," Thirteen interjected, her calm voice contrasting with Present Mic's lively outburst. She stepped forward, her expression serious beneath her helmet. "As strange as it is, think of us as villains."

"Assuming you come across your enemy, if you think you can win against them, then fight," Snipe suggested, his voice steady and measured. The students listened intently, hanging on his every word. "However..."

"...in instances where you're outmatched, it will be smarter to run away and find help," Mr. Aizawa continued seamlessly, his gaze sweeping across the attentive students, ensuring they grasped the importance of his advice. "Todoroki, Iida, Midoriya, Akiba. I'm sure the four of you understand."

"I won't make that mistake again. I will pass the test and prove that I'm a hero!" Iida declared, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. His posture was rigid with determination, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that had plagued him before.

"So we fight to win or run to win," Izuku astutely pointed out, his mind already racing with strategies and possibilities. The dual nature of the challenge intrigued him, pushing him to think beyond the obvious.

"That's right! It's a test of your decision-making skills!" All Might chimed in, his booming voice filled with encouragement. "But with these rules, you probably think your only real choice is to flee. That's why the support course made these super-clever accessories for us!"

With a dramatic flourish, All Might pulled out a pair of sleek bracelets, their design intricate and advanced. "These compressed weights will add about half our body weight to our physiques. It's not much, but they will eat up our stamina and make it harder for us to move around," he explained, demonstrating by fastening them to his wrists.

Immediately, his movements became more deliberate, his muscles straining under the unexpected burden. "Oh shoot... These are heavier than I thought." He gave a hearty chuckle, though a bead of sweat betrayed the effort required to lift his arms. "We had a contest to come up with these, and Young Hatsume won it!"

"You think we need a handicap to win against you?" Bakugo scoffed, his voice dripping with defiance. "Well, think again."

"Ha ha ha ha! This should be fun." All Might exuded a slightly ominous aura. I had a sinking feeling things would go much worse for Izuku now. Way to go, Bakugo.

"Let's begin. The teams will take the practical exam in the order you were called. We have a stage prepared for you," Mr. Aizawa's voice cut through the tension, his gaze unwavering as he addressed the assembled students. "The teams will take the practical exam in the order you were called. We have a stage prepared for you." He turned to Sato and Kirishima, who stood ready, their expressions a mix of anticipation and resolve. "Sato, Kirishima, you're up."

As the other teachers entered the building, Mr. Aizawa continued, his tone as unyielding as ever. "Those waiting for their turn to fight can watch the exams or try to strategize together as a team. It's your choice. That's all." The instructions hung in the air, the reality of the upcoming trials settling over us like a heavy blanket.

"While we have the time, let's come up with a plan," I suggested, glancing around as many other pairs of students began to scatter, each group eager to strategize for their upcoming battles.

Jiro nodded in agreement, her eyes scanning the area as if seeking the perfect spot for our discussion. "Right," she replied, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of determination.

We made our way to a nearby wall, its cool surface starkly contrasting the rising tension in the air. Leaning against it, we took a moment to catch our breaths and focus. The wall provided a small measure of privacy, shielding us from the hustle and bustle of our classmates as they prepared for their turns.

"If I remember correctly," I began, my hand resting thoughtfully on my chin as I recalled the information, "Present Mic's Quirk allows him to amplify his voice to extreme levels. It's not just loud; it unleashes shockwaves capable of shattering glass and forcefully pushing back anything in its path."

My gaze locked with Jiro's, searching for any sign of her reaction. The weight of the information seemed to settle on her shoulders, evident in the slight stiffening of her posture and the way her eyes narrowed in intense concentration as she processed the implications. "Hmm. Let's avoid combat with him if possible and head straight for the escape gate," she suggested, her voice firm and practical. "He'll just wear us out before we can do anything."

"Unless we can think of a way to cancel it out, we'd be worn out before getting close to him or the gate," I remarked, nodding thoughtfully. My eyes fell on the amplifiers strapped to Jiro's boots, a sudden spark of inspiration lighting up my expression. "Wait, you can send shockwaves from the amplifiers on your boots, right? Would that be able to cancel his shockwaves?"

Jiro lifted each leg in turn, scrutinizing the amplifiers as if they held the answers to our dilemma. "Yeah, I can do that," she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But I'm not sure if they'd actually cancel his shockwaves." She continued examining the gear, a frown deepening on her brow. "Even if it is possible, I can't maintain that the whole time, so don't expect me to handle all the work here."

"Of course not," I retorted, crossing my arms in frustration and a touch of defensiveness. "I'd be an asshole if I put that burden on you." I paused, considering our strategy with renewed focus. "Present Mic will likely be positioned near the gate. When we get close, I'll draw his attention while you make a move for it. That way, you can get the chance you need to reach the gate."

"But what about your sensitive hearing?" Jiro asked, her expression shifting to one of concern. Her eyes searched mine, reflecting her worry about how my heightened senses might complicate our plan.

I turned away, momentarily lost in thought, as I wrestled with how to address her valid concern. The question lingered in the air, and I could feel its weight pressing down on me. "Actually..." I began hesitantly, "Let's cross that bridge when we get there." I offered a reassuring smile, hoping to dispel the unease that had settled over our discussion.

Jiro's gaze remained uncertain for a moment longer; her brow furrowed as she weighed my words. However, after a brief pause, she nodded in reluctant agreement. "Okay. Let's watch the other matches while we wait." Her tone carried a mixture of acceptance and residual doubt, but she seemed willing to trust the plan for now.

"Sure," I replied, pushing myself off the wall with renewed determination.

As we walked inside, I tried to mask the frown that tugged at my lips. Despite my outward display of calm and analytical thought, a subtle undercurrent of anxiety gripped me. This situation was eerily reminiscent of when I first encountered fireworks after manifesting my Quirk. As a four-year-old, the loud noises terrified me, but my mom was there to offer comfort and reassurance. This time, it would be just Jiro and me. I didn't want to reveal how vulnerable I could be, not to her or anyone else.

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-3rd Person POV-

After what felt like an eternity of anticipation and watching numerous practical exams, the moment arrived for Tatsuya's team to step into the spotlight. Their summons led them to a designated field, a sprawling forest shrouded in dappled sunlight that filtered through the thick canopy.

The air was laden with the earthy aroma of moss and the faint rustling of leaves, creating an atmosphere teeming with the untamed energy of the wilderness. As they entered this natural arena, the crunch of twigs beneath their boots echoed, amplifying the tension in the air. With its towering trees and hidden secrets, the forest would become the stage for their subsequent trial.

"So, we're sticking to the plan?" Jiro asked, her voice carrying a subtle note of determination that cut through the ambient rustling of the leaves. The forest around us was alive with the sounds of nature, but her focused tone starkly contrasted the serene backdrop.

"Yes, but now that I know what our field is, I have another idea," Tatsuya replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a sharp, calculating gaze.

He crouched down, his movements deliberate and methodical, grabbed a stick and began sketching a rough circle on the soft, loamy earth. The circle took shape with each careful stroke and was a crude map of our current field of play. He left a noticeable gap in the sketch, marking where the escape gate would be.

"With this being the zone we're in, we can navigate around the outer edges, keeping to the shadows, and approach the gate from an advantageous position. We'll strategize on dealing with Mic once we're in proximity."

"Right. Let's hit it," Jiro acknowledged, her triangular onyx eyes reflecting a blend of caution and readiness as the duo propelled themselves into action. Their figures melded seamlessly with the dense shrubbery as they embarked on their journey through the heart of the forest.

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The atmosphere in the monitoring room was tense and focused. Izuku, Uraraka, Iida, Tsuyu, and Yaoyorozu huddled around the large monitor, their collective attention riveted on the live feed showing Tatsuya's team as they navigated the dense forest terrain. The flickering images on the screen cast a soft glow on their faces, highlighting their intense concentration.

Recovery Girl stood with them, her seasoned eyes observing the footage with professional interest and quiet anticipation. Her experience in the field made her particularly adept at discerning the nuances of each student's performance.

"The practical exams match students up with teachers they're supposed to have a hard time against. That's the whole point, right?" Iida asked, his voice carrying a tone of thoughtful curiosity. His eyes never left the monitor as he tried to grasp the strategic intricacies of the exam.

"Yes," Yaoyorozu confirmed, her response coming with a calm certainty. Her fingers absently traced patterns on her costume as she analyzed the unfolding scenario, her mind racing to predict the outcomes of various strategies.

"And it's easy to see this team's weaknesses," Izuku admitted, his voice tinged with reluctant acknowledgment. He shifted his gaze from the monitor to his friends, a hint of concern and realization in his eyes.

"I agree." Tsuyu's voice was calm and measured as she nodded, her large, expressive eyes reflecting concern and curiosity. "What are they gonna do against Present Mic?"

Izuku took a deep breath, his mind racing as he considered the formidable challenges ahead. "Jiro has a sound-related Quirk," he began, his voice steady as he elaborated on the issue. "She can manipulate sound waves to a certain extent, but Present Mic's Quirk is a whole different level. His ability to amplify his voice into shockwaves is so powerful that it can easily drown out everything around them."

The broccoli boy's gaze was fixed on the monitor, his analytical mind piecing together the tactical implications. "And Tatsuya's heightened senses, which are usually his strength, might actually become a liability in this scenario. The overwhelming noise from Present Mic could disorient him and compromise his ability to use his senses effectively."

He paused, his eyes narrowing as he tried to foresee how Tatsuya's team might overcome these daunting obstacles. The complexity of their situation was becoming increasingly clear, and Izuku's explanation highlighted just how challenging their practical exam would be.

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Present Mic sighed with mild impatience as he stood near the escape gate, his posture relaxed but betraying a hint of boredom. He glanced casually around, his enthusiasm for waiting for his opponents waning. "Come on, let's hurry up and finish this set," he called out, his voice carrying a nonchalant tone. "Some people have arbor ardor, but I'm much more of a city kitty, ya dig?" His words were punctuated with a playful grin, but his eyes revealed a yearning for action rather than idleness.

Present Mic inhaled deeply with a dramatic flourish, drawing in air before unleashing a vibrant yellow shockwave. His directional speaker, mounted around his neck, amplified his voice to an intense volume. The shockwave erupted with a powerful force, rippling outward and expanding like a wave crashing over a shore. It surged toward Tatsuya and Jiro with relentless energy, the sheer force of the sound sending tremors through the air. The impact was immediate and overwhelming.

The moment the shockwave hit, Tatsuya and Jiro reacted instinctively. They covered their ears, but the piercing pain was almost impossible to escape. "It's so loud!" Jiro shouted, her voice strained and barely audible over the relentless noise. Her face was etched with discomfort, her eyes wide as she tried to shield herself from the sonic assault.

Tatsuya, similarly affected, let out a low whine, his features contorted in visible pain. The shockwave's relentless barrage bore down on his heightened senses, intensifying the agony almost to the point of unbearable. The cacophony seemed to reverberate through his very core, amplifying his distress and making every sound feel magnified and torturous.

"His shouting's making me feel like my eardrums are going to burst...!" the wolf boy groaned as the noise subsided, the lingering discomfort resonating through the temporary silence. The intensity of the sonic assault left both of them momentarily disoriented, grappling with the aftermath of the auditory onslaught.

"He's not just better than I thought he'd be. He's like a super-powered death amp. A speaker of doom!" Jiro admitted, her voice filled with a mixture of awe and frustration. Her realization hit her with a heavy weight as they resumed their frantic dash. "There's no way we can get close to him. And even if we could, he'd probably see us coming."

"Which is precisely why I suggested diverting his attention while you run for the gate," Tatsuya said, his tone steady despite the throbbing pain still echoing in his ears. "I knew he'd be waiting for us over there."

"COME OOOOOUT! I'M GETTING BOOOOORED!" Present Mic's voice boomed again, another agonized whine escaping Tatsuya's lips as the shockwave surged forth. The force of the soundwave was overwhelming, spreading across nearly the entire forest and obliterating any attempt to sidestep or evade its impact.

"My ears! I don't think I can take it anymore!" Jiro strained, her voice cracking under the pressure. Desperately seeking refuge, she pulled Tatsuya behind a pair of large rocks that provided a modest shield against the sonic assault.

The rocks offered a temporary respite, their solid presence offering a small measure of protection from the relentless onslaught. They pressed their hands tightly against their ears, attempting to mitigate the intense noise reverberating through the forest. The sheer force of the shockwaves made their surroundings quiver, creating a disorienting cacophony that tested their resilience.

"HURRY UP ALREADYYYY!" Present Mic's voice boomed once more, its sheer volume echoing through the forest and shaking the earth beneath them. The bellowing sound penetrated every inch of the environment, amplifying the vibrations rattling Tatsuya and Jiro.

Overwhelmed by the loud noise, the wolf boy fell to his knees, the intensity of the auditory assault proving nearly too much to bear. He clenched his teeth, battling against the rising tide of emotions and physical discomfort, determined not to let the sonic onslaught dictate his actions or break his focus.

"Any more of this, and we might go deaf. So, what now?" Jiro's voice cut through the tumult, strained and nearly lost amidst the overwhelming noise surrounding them like a relentless tempest. Though clouded with strain, her eyes held a flicker of resolve as she looked to Tatsuya for guidance.

"A-About that idea for canceling him out..." Tatsuya began, gripping the edge of the rock for support as he hoisted himself upright to face Jiro with a mix of hope and apprehension. "Is it possible to do that while moving?"

"I haven't tried that out yet," Jiro replied, her admission tinged with uncertainty. The constant barrage of sound made it challenging for her to think clearly, but determination gleamed in her eyes as she considered the feasibility of executing their plan amidst the chaos.

"I KNOW YOU'RE THEEEEEEERE!" Present Mic's amplified voice roared through the forest once more, an insistent proclamation that reverberated through the trees and seemed to penetrate every corner of the dense foliage. The sound waves rolled over the landscape like a tidal wave, causing Tatsuya and Jiro to flinch and wince at the deafening volume that threatened to engulf them.

"This won't help much, but I can try to..." Jiro swiftly plugged her earphones into her amplifier boots. With a determined expression, she channeled her Quirk to generate a counteracting shockwave. "...cancel him out!" The shockwave, though valiant, felt like a gentle breeze compared to Mic's relentless barrage, creating a brief respite from the auditory assault.

"Sounds like someone needs better subwoofers," Present Mic remarked, his calm tone cutting through the echoes of the dueling soundwaves. Unimpressed by Jiro's attempt to counter his Quirk, he continued to wield his vocal prowess with a confidence that hinted at the formidable challenge awaiting the duo.

"That's not enough, but it'll do," Tatsuya thought, a surge of urgency coursing through him as he observed the results of the dueling shockwaves. Jiro's countermeasure was limited in effectiveness but provided a small window of opportunity. "We have to hurry. The sooner we get to the gate, the sooner we can escape this hell."

Jiro nodded, and the duo jumped over the rocks to continue moving. There wasn't much they could do but get to the escape gate and find a way to distract Mic so that one of them could get past him.

"LET'S MAKE SOME NOOOOOOOOISE!" Mic's booming voice echoed through the forest, renewing the assault as Tatsuya and Jiro pressed on. The urgency to escape the overwhelming noise propelled them forward, each step crucial in their race against the relentless sound.

Fighting through the disorienting roar, Jiro focused on generating another counterbalancing shockwave to combat the sonic onslaught. She channeled her Quirk with all the concentration she could muster, but the persistent barrage of noise and pressure made it incredibly difficult to maintain her focus. The intensity of the surrounding sound waves swirled around them, turning each attempt at countering the noise into a Herculean effort fraught with difficulty.

"Sorry, it's hard for me to—" Jiro started to apologize, but the deafening roar that quickly cut through the air swallowed her voice.

"HEEEEEEEEY!" Present Mic's deafening roar pierced through the forest once again, obliterating any chance of conversation. The overwhelming volume was so intense that Jiro flinched, her hands instinctively coming up to cover her ears as if to shield herself from the searing pain of the relentless noise.

The sheer power of Mic's Quirk made it nearly impossible to communicate, amplifying the sense of isolation and frustration as they struggled to convey their predicament amidst the ceaseless sonic assault.

"Our opponent is way too strong! At this rate, we won't even get to see him!" Jiro's desperate scream cut through the auditory chaos, the words strained and almost lost in the overwhelming noise. The realization of their dire situation heightened the urgency in her voice.

Tatsuya, his own frustration palpable, could only nod in solemn acknowledgment. The enormity of their challenge was dawning on him with brutal clarity. "I know it's hard, Jiro, but if you can pull it off, we still have a chance to—" he began, his voice filled with determination and concern. The words trailed off, however, as he noticed something alarming.

The wolf boy's gaze fell on Jiro's ears, now visibly bleeding. The vivid crimson of her blood starkly contrasted with her pale skin, a grim testament to the severe toll that Present Mic's relentless sonic assault had taken on her. The sight was both shocking and heartbreaking, causing Tatsuya's heart to plummet.

The blood was a brutal visual representation of their worsening situation, highlighting the devastating impact of Mic's Quirk. Tatsuya's concern surged, mingling with a profound sense of helplessness as he fully grasped the severity of their plight. The sight of Jiro's bleeding ears was a chilling reminder that their time was running out, and the consequences of their opponent's Quirk were far more severe than they had anticipated.

A sudden flashback intruded on Tatsuya's thoughts, transporting him to a distant memory of a little girl who bore an uncanny resemblance to Jiro. Her pained expression mirrored the one he now saw on his teammate's face, her hands clutching her ears as tears streamed down her cheeks. The memory was unsettling, coming from a place deep within his subconscious, though he couldn't place where or why he had seen it before. The girl's anguished cry echoed in his mind, merging with the present reality and intensifying his sense of urgency.

"What was that?" Tatsuya thought, his mind racing to make sense of the disjointed memory. He felt a pang of confusion and a twinge of familiarity, but the significance of the flashback eluded him, leaving him momentarily bewildered.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear the disorientation caused by the deafening noise and refocus his thoughts. A surge of urgency propelled him into action, a need to both reassure his teammate and shoulder more of the burden in their dire circumstances.

"Jiro, I'm sorry for letting you bear this by yourself," he said, his voice firm yet compassionate. "But you don't need to worry about that anymore." His words were meant to offer comfort and encouragement, promising that he would step up and do whatever it took to help them both navigate this harrowing challenge.

"What are you talking about?" Jiro said, her voice revealing a mix of confusion and concern. The chaos of the surrounding noise made her words feel almost fragile, yet the anxiety in her tone was unmistakable. She struggled to comprehend Tatsuya's sudden shift in focus, her eyes reflecting a blend of worry and curiosity as she awaited his explanation.

"Listen..." Tatsuya began, his determination cutting through the cacophony of Mic's Quirk. He leaned closer to Jiro, the intensity in his eyes underscoring the gravity of what he was about to say.

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From his vantage point near the escape gate, Present Mic stood with casual confidence. His hands were casually tucked into his jacket pockets, a posture that spoke volumes about his self-assured demeanor. The rhythmic whistle he emitted cut through the dense forest air, underscoring his unwavering confidence in his abilities. His foot tapped an impatient beat against the ground, a subtle but clear indication of his growing restlessness.

"What's the deal? Are they gonna run down the clock and hide out the whole time?" he called out, his voice filled with mockery and curiosity. The lighthearted tone of his words conveyed his belief that the challengers were merely stalling, which only seemed to fuel his impatience.

Suddenly, a distinct rustling noise to his left grabbed Present Mic's attention. His gaze shifted quickly toward the source of the sound. Through the foliage, he spotted Tatsuya emerging from the underbrush, his figure cutting through the greenery with determined strides. The wolf boy was sprinting directly toward him; a focused expression etched on his face despite the chaos around them.

"THERE YOU AAAAAARE!" Present Mic's voice boomed triumphantly, the familiar sound of his Quirk resonating with a triumphant edge. The air seemed to crackle with his amplified declaration, adding another layer to the relentless auditory assault that permeated the forest.

Meanwhile, Tatsuya pressed on with unwavering resolve. Despite the loud noise that battered his ears, he gritted his teeth and covered his ears, determined to push through the discomfort. His relentless charge continued unabated, each step a testament to his resolve as he closed in on Present Mic.

The pro hero observed keenly as the wolf boy reeled his fist back, preparing for an attack. With a swift and calculated move, Mic shifted left, deftly evading Tatsuya's initial assault. In response, he retaliated with a powerful right hook aimed at Tatsuya's shoulder. The wolf boy absorbed the blow, utilizing the momentum to execute a skillful spin. Tatsuya delivered a reverse hook kick toward Mic's side in a fluid motion. However, the loudmouth anticipated the move and adeptly intercepted it, catching the wolf boy's leg firmly in both hands.

"OOH, YEAAAAAAH!" The resonating roar of Present Mic's attack surged through the forest, vibrating through Tatsuya with an overwhelming force. The sheer intensity of the sound waves struck him at his core, blurring his vision and reeling his senses from the disorienting impact.

The deafening blast felt like an impossible wave crashing over him, forcing him to stagger and lose his balance. As the vibrations pulsated through him, they left him momentarily disoriented, grappling with the mighty shock of the assault.

"That wasn't very smart, my furry friend," Present Mic remarked, his voice dripping with a wry grin that betrayed his satisfaction.

As Tatsuya tumbled backward and hit the forest floor, the mockingly casual tone of Mic's words cut through the persistent ringing in his ears, adding a layer of psychological sting to the physical assault he was enduring.

"It doesn't matter if it was smart or not..." Tatsuya shot back, his voice strained but resolute as he pushed through the lingering disorientation. He fought to regain his footing, the pulsating echoes of Mic's Quirk still resonating painfully in his ears. Despite the overwhelming discomfort, his eyes burned with unwavering determination. "We have to be Plus Ultra!" His declaration was infused with a fierce resolve, a reminder of the drive that propelled him forward despite the adversity.

"We?" Present Mic's eyebrows arched in surprise, a flicker of realization crossing his face as he registered the context of Tatsuya's words. His attention was quickly drawn away from the wolf boy, scanning the forest for any other signs of movement. "Wait a minute, where's Jiro?"

The hero's gaze sharpened as he spotted Jiro, her figure urgently darting through the trees. She was making a desperate bid for the escape gate, her sprint a stark contrast to the ongoing struggle Tatsuya faced. Present Mic's eyes widened slightly, his surprise at the revelation shifting to a new focus as he adjusted his strategy to address the unexpected maneuver.

"TOO SLOOOOOW!" Present Mic's voice boomed with an imperious command, his Quirk unleashing a sonic force that slammed into Jiro with unrelenting power. The sheer intensity of the sound waves hit her with a crushing impact, forcing her to her knees.

The blast of noise was so overwhelming that it left her stunned, her senses momentarily paralyzed by the deafening roar. The ground beneath her seemed to shake with the reverberations, and the shockwave of sound left her disoriented and struggling to recover.

"AAAAAAH..." Seizing the moment of distraction caused by Mic's attempt to thwart Jiro, Tatsuya sprang into action. With a surge of adrenaline, he lunged forward, his movements fueled by a fierce determination. He grabbed Mic by the jacket, his grip firm and resolute as he yanked the pro hero's attention away from Jiro.

"SHUT UP!!" Tatsuya's voice was a roar of defiance as he swung a powerful haymaker, his fist connecting with Mic's face in a decisive blow. The impact was so forceful that it shattered Mic's glasses, sending them flying as the hero was knocked backward, momentarily dizzy and disoriented.

With Present Mic momentarily incapacitated by the unexpected counterattack, Tatsuya wasted no time. His instincts took over as he dashed toward Jiro, who was still reeling from the earlier assault. He scooped her up with a swift, practiced motion, tucking her securely in the crook of his arm. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward the escape gate, his heart pounding with the urgency of their escape and the adrenaline of their narrow victory.

As they crossed the threshold of the escape gate, the loudspeaker crackled to life with the announcement: "Team Akiba and Jiro have passed the exam!" The words resonated through the forest, marking the end of their grueling challenge.

A wave of relief washed over Jiro, a soothing balm to her and Tatsuya's intense ordeal. Her eyes softened with exhaustion and triumph, savoring the sense of accomplishment. However, amidst the relief, she remained unaware of the subtle anxiety that flickered in Tatsuya's eyes.

The ringing aftermath of Mic's sonic assault lingered in his ears, a constant, dissonant echo that reverberated through him. Each pulse of his heart seemed to intensify the creeping anxiety, casting a shadow over the victory they had just achieved. The emotional and physical toll of the battle left Tatsuya struggling to fully embrace their success.

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Tatsuya's pacing was a rhythmic display of pent-up tension as he moved back and forth across the nurse's office. His steps were uneven, driven by a restless energy that matched the turbulence within him. The walls of the small, sterile room seemed to close in as he tried to manage the mounting anxiety that had been gnawing at him since the exam.

Each measured stride carried the weight of his concern, his gaze darting repeatedly toward Recovery Girl, who was meticulously tending to Jiro. The elderly heroine's practiced hands calmly worked as she inspected Jiro's ears, which were still red and raw from the sonic assault.

Despite the clinical detachment of the scene, Tatsuya's agitation was palpable. The faint rustle of medical supplies and the murmur of Recovery Girl's comforting reassurances did little to ease the relentless echo of Mic's Quirk that still reverberated in his ears. He glanced over at Jiro, her face partially obscured by the soft glow of the overhead lights and the protective bandages, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

The sight of her enduring such pain, coupled with his lingering discomfort, made the victory they had just achieved feel distant and hollow. His pacing continued, each step a physical manifestation of the anxious thoughts racing through his mind as he waited for the moment to finally set aside his worry and share in the relief of their success.

Jiro's eyes followed Tatsuya's agitated pacing with concern and curiosity. She had been trying to focus on Recovery Girl's gentle ministrations, but Tatsuya's restless movements drew her attention. His erratic pacing seemed to amplify the tension in the room, and it wasn't long before she could no longer ignore the strained look etched across his face.

"Hey, Akiba, are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice cutting through the low hum of the nurse's office.

Recovery Girl, who had been quietly attending to Jiro's injuries, glanced up from her work with a sharp, discerning gaze. "It's not uncommon for students to be overwhelmed after such a strenuous exam," she remarked, her tone laced with experience. "Sometimes the effects of their Quirks can linger longer than expected."

Their words seemed to jolt Tatsuya from his reverie. He met Jiro's gaze briefly, his flattened ears betraying the mask of strained composure. "I... I-I..." he stammered, his voice faltering and barely above a whisper as he struggled to articulate his discomfort.

Before Jiro could respond or provide any comfort, he abruptly turned away, his movements abrupt and disjointed. The sudden departure startled Jiro, and she watched in stunned silence as he fled the room, rushing past the other students.

"Oh, dear..." Recovery Girl muttered, her brow furrowed in concern. Her seasoned eyes followed Tatsuya's rapid departure with a thoughtful gaze as the door closed behind him.

Jiro felt a heavy knot of worry tighten in her chest as she could only stare at the door. The intensity of his distress was a stark reminder of the battle's toll, magnifying her concern for her teammate's well-being.

Suddenly, Jiro's thoughts were interrupted by a flashback that took her back to a far-off memory of a young boy who looked much like Tatsuya. His hands were covering his ears, and tears were streaming down his cheeks, mirroring the pained expression on her teammate's face. The memory was unnerving; it came from somewhere deep in her brain, but she couldn't remember why or where she had seen it. The boy's agonized whine reverberated in her head, fusing with what was happening in the battle.

"What the heck was that?" Jiro thought, holding her head as she tried to make sense of the fragmented memory. She felt a pang of confusion and a twinge of familiarity, but she was perplexed as to the meaning of the flashback.

The image lingered in her mind, a haunting echo of pain and fear that resonated with the wolf boy's current state. Her confusion deepened, mingling with her growing concern for him, leaving her feeling even more unsettled and determined to understand what was happening to her friend.

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-Hagakure's POV-

I was watching Midoriya's match with Bakugo against All Might when I heard the door to the nurse's office slide open with a sharp sound. My heart skipped a beat as I turned toward the door, hoping to see Akiba or Kyoka. Instead, my eyes widened in surprise when I saw Akiba sprinting down the hallway.

My mind raced as I took in his panicked expression, his eyes darting around as though he was escaping from something terrifying. What had made him leave so suddenly? The question gnawed at me, and I felt a pang of worry.

Iida, Tsuyu, Ochaco, and Yaomomo also noticed Akiba's abrupt exit. "Akiba, where are you going?" Iida called out, concern etched on his face. He moved toward the door, ready to follow.

"What's going on?" Tsuyu asked, her usually calm voice laced with confusion and worry. Her eyes were glued to Akiba's hurried departure.

"Why did he leave like that?" Ochaco wondered aloud, her face mirroring the group's anxiety. Her tone expressed a genuine concern for our friend.

"It must be the backlash of his Quirk," Yaomomo said firmly, her voice filled with understanding. I remembered Akiba's sensitivity to loud noises and nodded in agreement. Her concern was evident, and she added, "We should find him and make sure he's okay."

"Right," Iida agreed, his resolve evident as he prepared to take action. He turned toward the hallway, his movements precise and purposeful. "We'll split up and search for Akiba. If you find him, let us know immediately," he instructed, his tone commanding yet reassuring.

"We can't leave him alone like this," Tsuyu added, her voice soothing despite the urgency. "He needs us."

Ochaco nodded, her determination shining through. "Let's find him quickly," she urged, reflecting our shared commitment to ensuring Akiba's safety.

As we all headed out in different directions, the weight of the situation pressed heavily on us. We were determined to find Akiba and offer the support he needed.

I scoured the exterior of the building, my frustration growing with each empty corner. The overcast sky cast a gloomy light over the area, and the eerie silence only heightened my concern. Just as I was about to head back inside, I heard soft, distressing whimpers breaking the silence.

The sound was faint but unmistakable, like a whimpering puppy. My heart quickened as I followed the noise, hoping it would lead me to Akiba. The whimpers grew louder as I approached a secluded spot behind the building. With each step, my anxiety turned into a hopeful determination that this sound might guide me to him.

As I turned the corner, my breath caught when I saw Akiba huddled against the cold wall. He was curled into a tight ball, trembling violently with his hands over his ears as if trying to block out some invisible torment. My heart ached to see him like this, and I knelt carefully, not wanting to startle him.

"Akiba," I said softly, reaching out with a gentle hand. "It's me. Are you okay?"

He looked up, fear and embarrassment mixing in his wide eyes. His face was pale, and his breath was quick and shallow. "No... p-please, don't look at me," he stammered, his voice trembling. "I-I don't want anyone to see me like this."

I crouched down to his level, my heart aching for him. "Akiba, you don't have to go through this alone," I said gently. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting around like a cornered animal. "The battle... the noise—it—it was too much..." His voice broke, and his body shook violently as he tried to explain, completely overwhelmed.

"It's okay. You're okay," I said, keeping my voice soft but steady, trying to anchor him. "It's quiet out here. Let's focus on your breathing, alright?"

He nodded weakly, his movements small and stiff. "I-I'll try," he whispered, barely audible over the rush of his ragged breathing.

"Okay," I said gently, drawing a deep breath myself. "Breathe with me. In for five seconds, hold for three, and out for five. Follow my lead, alright?"

Akiba's cheeks flushed faintly, a mix of embarrassment and discomfort clearly visible. "That sounds silly," he said, his voice still quivering, betraying his uncertainty.

"It's not silly at all," I reassured him, trying to pour warmth and confidence into my words. "I'll do it with you. We can get through this together."

I took a slow, deliberate breath, making sure he could see my chest rise and fall after placing my hand over it. Slowly, Akiba began to mimic my rhythm; his breaths were uneven and shaky at first, but he gradually found some steadiness. His trembling lessened bit by bit, and I could see the panic starting to fade from his eyes.

"That's it. You're doing great," I whispered, offering him a soft, encouraging smile. "Feeling a bit better?"

"A little," he whispered, his voice steadier now, though his exhaustion was clear. The change in his tone was slight, but it was a sign that he was beginning to regain control.

"Good. Let's do it two more times," I suggested, keeping my voice calm and supportive. "Three's a good number. It helps to focus."

We continued the breathing exercise together, each inhale and exhale bringing more calm. I watched as the tension in Akiba's body slowly eased, his breathing becoming evener. His senses were still heightened, but the storm within him seemed to subside little by little.

"Thank you, Hagakure," he said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. "I thought I could handle it, but... I'm sorry for running off like that."

"It's okay," I replied with a comforting smile. "You're not alone in this. We're all here for each other, and it's okay to need help sometimes."

I hesitated for a moment, wanting to offer more comfort but not wanting to overstep. Gathering my courage, I asked gently, "Would it be alright if I gave you a hug? I think it might help you feel a bit better."

Akiba looked up at me, his eyes still reflecting his vulnerability. After a moment, he nodded slowly. "Y-yeah, I think that would be nice," he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper.

With his hesitant consent, I moved closer and wrapped my arms around him in a gentle hug. I felt him stiffen initially at the unexpected touch, but gradually, his muscles began to relax beneath my embrace. I held him softly, hoping to convey warmth and support through my touch.

I felt a pang of embarrassment as my chest touched his, but I pushed it down to keep my focus on comforting Akiba. The unexpected intimacy of the moment caused my cheeks to flush, a warmth spreading across my face. Despite the awkwardness, I reminded myself that this was about helping a friend in need. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against mine, a stark reminder of the turmoil he was experiencing.

As we remained in the embrace, I could sense the tension in Akiba's body slowly ebb away as his arms wrapped around me in return, his grip tentative at first but gradually becoming firmer. His breathing became more regular, and the tremors that had wracked his frame lessened. I held him a bit tighter, hoping to offer him some stability. The connection we shared in that moment felt incredibly personal and profound, a testament to the strength of our bond.

"It's alright, Akiba," I whispered, my voice barely audible. The softness of my words seemed to have a calming effect, and I could feel him lean into the embrace just a bit more. "You're safe here with me. We'll get through this together." My heartbeat had slowed, matching the steady rhythm of our breathing exercise, and I hoped he could draw some comfort from that.

I was acutely aware of our vulnerability, but it felt necessary. The usually bubbly and cheerful persona I maintained had given way to a more serious, nurturing side that Akiba needed right now. My thoughts briefly flickered to the others searching for him, and I knew they would understand the importance of this moment. Akiba needed to know he wasn't alone and had friends who cared deeply for him.

With each passing second, the initial embarrassment faded, replaced by a deep sense of empathy and solidarity. I could feel Akiba's grip on me tighten ever so slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the support I was offering. In that quiet, shared space, words were unnecessary. The physical closeness and mutual understanding spoke volumes, reinforcing the unspoken promise that we would always be there for each other, no matter what challenges we faced.

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A/N: Tatsuya has successfully passed his practical exam, overcoming yet another challenge. But the true test lies ahead. With Hagakure comforting him through a sensory overload, their bond has grown stronger. How will their relationship develop from here? Will this newfound closeness lead to something more?

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